29th
What’s the Point?
Paint me a picture…
Whose face do you see in the end of all this? There are things going on that are deep seated and etching there way into your life. Things that I have no knowledge of. Our eyes don’t meet anymore. I’m avoiding yours because when I ask questions I feel degraded for not honoring privacy that appears when the moon shows his face. You’re not looking for mine anymore because your blinded by your own ongoing events.
I don’t want to bother because of the confusing disagreements that arise. But, why can’t I ask about the lack of time spent at my house versus yours. Why can’t I ask about the lack of interest in my family? The overseas trips don’t mean much anymore. Those questions are behind me. Local family are another idea. No more tiptoes.
